The post I wanted to write many times over the last week was going to be about our story. It was going to be an attempt to answer the simple and more complex questions we have received and the ones we know some are thinking. However, each time I sat down to type it up, the hours or whole day before had been such a struggle that the words just would not come. Struggle. I have a hard time using that word knowing how others are facing things much greater than those things I am facing... but to me... in this moment... I struggle.
Business decisions and distractions. Around the house stuff from the goats knocking a hose off the pool so that water pours out and the pump makes a terrible noise to water pouring onto the floor in Titus' room from a mystery leak in the window and ruining his carpet. Medical stuff from minor colds to migraines to ER visits because of food poisoning. From filling out paperwork for financing twice to get one thing done to checks not clearing when the money is there and now knowing we have another $1000 in bills from all this stuff this week and knowing I haven't sacrificed a meal out here or a small indulgence there to lessen that burden.
"I am so thankful for my children's example of loving their neighbors and welcoming them into our home without blinking an eye. They see a baby who needs love and carry him off to feed, bathe, and dote on him as if doing so is the most normal thing in the world. They see a stranger who needs a home and beg me to let her stay. While I am starting to feel overwhelmed, they are feeling overjoyed at the prospect of helping someone else. We face urgent situations frequently; we see devastation sometimes multiple times a day, but my children continue to love, to hope, to believe we can help make someone's life better.
Oh, what I learn from their beautiful hearts."